四季里唯有秋天是一夜之间说来就来的。当树上落下第一片叶子时,发丝被第一阵凉风吹起时,加上第一件薄衫时,改点第一杯热茶时,叹第一口气时……秋天树上枯黄的叶缓缓欲坠的姿态令人驻足。它们总是在落地之前,做着垂死的挣扎。至少再做个优雅的后空翻或是转个圈,才甘心成为人们脚下那一声不经意的脆响,那是一种有所坚持的美感。像人生。 Autumn is the only thing in the four seasons. When the first leaf fell on the tree, the hair was the first breeze blowing, plus the first thin shirt, change the first cup of hot tea, sighed when the first breath ... ... autumn tree Yellow leaves slowly fall attitude is stop. They are always dying before landing. At least another elegant backflip or turn around, just willing to become the people’s feet at that time inadvertently crisp, it is a persistent beauty. Like life.